Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nico. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.